Constance De Castile A Poem, in Ten Cantos. By William Sotheby |
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Constance De Castile | ||
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Joanna bade the page draw near,And scarce withheld a farewell tear.
“This cross to Lady Constance give.
“And, Julian, gentle page, receive
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“Its portrait deem a sacred charm,—
“'Tis his, who lives within my heart.
“Fair page! to soothing rest depart—
“Sweet be thy sleep—thy visions gay,
“And guardian angels guide thy way!”
So Julian left the banquet hall:
And mirth prolong'd the festival.
Constance De Castile | ||